And this is why horsey people make bad neighbours...

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Noticed today that my boy's fleece was looking very grotty. Since we're due temps of 1 degree this evening, I decided to chuck his heavier stable rug on and bring the fleece home to wash.

Only problem is, dear OH moans endlessly about the smell of drying rugs (can't say I blame him, he is very good and never complains about any other horsey smells, but wet rugs really are unpleasant). So, I've put it outside to dry...;) the only problem is, I live in a flat. In the middle of the city. With no drying area.

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I wonder what my neighbours will think? Hopefully shouldn't annoy them too much, I'll be grabbing it at 6.45am on the way to the yard after all! I just hope it's still there when I go out in the morning!
 
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LOL - I always used to 'visit' my parents when rugs needed washing and I had a flat so that I could leave them to dry in their garden or garage, never thought of leaving them in the communal stairwell!
 
My problem is not rugs, but things like old towels that live at yard & go out on the line, always find myself telling the neighbours they're not from my bathroom!
 
Puddock said:
I just hope it's still there when I go out in the morning!
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That would be my worry lol!

I once hung a wet turnout rug on the spare wheel on the back of the Land Rover in the garage overnight to dry. Hubby merrily goes off the next morning to the papershop losing the rug in the road along the way! :eek: (How could you walk past it to get in the car and not see it there?! :mad:

Thankfully it was still lying there when he went back to look - he told me though he was visualising a trip to the tack shop to replace it!!
 
Shilasdair said:
I would have thought you'd live in a pond, puddock, not a flat?
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Meh. I like to dry off at weekends. Lily pads aren't all they're cracked up to be and the flies don't have enough meat on them at this time of year:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzXM58qR1Es&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Ollie's Mum - think I'll do a last check before bed. Don't trust neighbour-across-the-landing. (Shifty eyes) ;) very impressed that you got your rug back in one piece after that.
 
Very wise Puddock, bet the neighbour's been eyeing the rug up just waiting for the dark ;)

Oh believe me, Hubby's life wouldn't have been worth living if my rug had gone - the look on his face when he realised what he'd done was priceless!
 
Polly Peewee, yup, currently feeling very smug about my idea (who knows if I'll be saying the same tomorrow morning, lol)

The way I see it, my fellow flat-dwellers should be grateful. They often try to share their hobbies with me. One of them is so keen encourage me to start cycling that he leaves a nice shiny bike chained right outside my front door every day. He must try to deliver the key when I'm out :confused:
 
Hehe, yes you're right somehow bikes in the stairwell always seemed acceptable.

Hmm, maybe you could go one better and hang your rugs out of the window so that flap gently in the night breeze ... hey, in all those years in my flat I owned one of those giant horse coat hangers that robinsons used to sell and not once did I think to dangle it outside my 2nd floor window - doh :rolleyes:
 
Now THAT sounds like a good idea. Would probably get nicked if I left it properly outside anywhere near here, though.

I don't think any of my neighbours know I have a horse. The man in number five is particularly obtuse. P'raps he'll think I've bought a really big dog?

*whistles innocently* off to start shouting things like "No! down Fang!" at random intervals.
 
It was indeed - I am going to patent my new just-hang-it-in-the-stairwell-and-no-one-will-care rug drying system.

Wish I could wash my turnouts like that too, instead of paying £20 a pop to get them clean, but I don't think I'd fit a 7ft h/w in the washing machine...
 
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